Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.